Zhang Xutang didn't listen to what he said, but thought his noise was annoying. His eyes moved from the pool of blood on the ground to King Yan's face: "What are you doing here?"
King Yan was listing countless ways to prevent Yin Xiao from escaping the crime. Zhang Xutang was stunned for a moment before he remembered his purpose: "We have two ships that were looted by Jiang thieves..."
He also wanted to say that the loss was not big, but Zhang Xutang's expression was very strange, which made him unable to continue.
Zhang Xutang was just looking at his stupid face, and all the anger in his mind was ignited by this face. He thought that the Zhang family was all because of such a stupid thing.
He suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed King Yan with all his strength. King Yan was caught off guard, causing him to stumble and almost fall. When he stabilized his shaky figure, he was stunned: "What are you doing -"
Zhang Xutang didn't seem to hear what he said, and suddenly pushed him to the water tank with great strength, held his back, and stuffed his head into the water tank.
Holding down King Yan's head firmly, King Yan still kept raising his head, gasping for air and cursing, and then let Zhang Xutang push his head in again.
The sound of "plop" continued, water splashed all over the floor, and the sound of King Yan's struggle became smaller and smaller. Xiao Wei couldn't help but tremble in shock - he remembered Zhang Xutang drowning the cat.
Zhang Xutang's mind turned a little bit, his anger gradually dissipated as King Yan struggled, and he realized the pain in his body belatedly.
His strength came from anger. Once the anger dissipated, his strength also weakened. Letting go of King Yan, he staggered and held Xiao Wei's hand, gasping for air.
The biting and cold wind blew back and forth in his chest with his breathing, causing him to break out into a persistent cough.
King Yan was even more shocked. He sat down on the ground and breathed hard. Water dripped everywhere. His face was pale, and even his lips had lost their color.
My internal organs felt like pins and needles, my chest was so tight that it almost exploded, my nose was full of burning pain, and every time I took a breath, my whole body hurt.
He burst into tears from the pain, looked at Zhang Xutang, and crawled back three steps involuntarily.
This is not a human being, this is a devil, a devil that even the Buddha cannot conquer!
Zhang Xutang had scolded him and slapped him, but he had never wanted to kill him like he did today.
The killing intent was real, he could feel it.
Although he was much stronger than Zhang Xutang, he was still trembling with fear and turned into a squirming maggot on the ground. He backed away and begged for mercy with tears streaming down his face.
Zhang Xutang also calmed down and stopped coughing: "Shut up."
King Yan didn't hear it, he admitted his mistake like crazy, and what he said didn't match the words at the beginning. Zhang Xutang had no choice but to walk over, squat down, grab the bun on King Yan's head, hold the bun, and force King Yan to
He raised his head: "Shut up!"
King Yan raised his head lazily, trembling violently, but his mouth was tightly closed.
Zhang Xutang took out his handkerchief and wiped his face.
The skylight on the rainy night was very dim, and a little light from the room shone through, falling on King Yan's face, slightly illuminating his eyebrows and eyes. The graceful appearance, which was all built up by external objects, was completely washed away by water, leaving only an ordinary face.
s face.
Zhang Xutang wiped his face very carefully from top to bottom, touching the slight resemblance between his face and the Zhang family. He wanted to feel his limbs and veins with his fingers, trying to find out more about him.
Are they the Zhang family?
This bastard turned out to be the aunt's own child.
"Don't be afraid," Zhang Xutang threw down the handkerchief and patted King Yan on the face with his iron-cold hands, "I lost my temper just now. I apologize to you. Tonghe is dead and I feel very sad."
King Yan did not dare to move, he was just trembling and his eyelashes were trembling.
Zhang Xutang patted him again: "After tomorrow morning, you go and tell Jin Shang that the fight between Lieutenant Lou and Prince Jin was a bitter trick. Do you remember it?"
King Yan was still shaking, very evenly, and when he nodded, his head seemed like a chicken pecking at rice.
Zhang Xutang let this rookie go, so he rolled out in a hurry, crawled on the ground and rolled into the carriage, and urged the carriage to move quickly. When the carriage arrived at Prince Yan's Mansion, the servant called for a long time but did not hear the sound, and opened the carriage.
When I looked through the curtain, I saw that King Yan had been burned unconscious.
The night was very long, and when the light finally dimmed, everyone who had participated in the night heaved a sigh of relief.
Li Jun went out early in the morning. When he came back, his ten fingers were covered with thin cotton ropes and there were more than a dozen oil paper bags hanging on them.
He was not in a hurry to take it off and stood in the yard talking to Song Huiyue: "Has anyone come to see Xiao in the morning?"
Song Huiyue nodded: "Someone came from the Punishment Department, but Lao Zhang didn't hear him. He called for a while and then left."
Li Jun whispered: "I said hello to Li Changfeng and asked him to report a serious injury. I will report to the Criminal Division when he recovers. But it's not an important matter. Li Changfeng and the others are watching. Su Ting
I dare not say anything."
He stretched out his hand: "The one on your little finger, lychee candy."
Song Huiyue took it off along the rope and held it in her hand: "Is there any movement among the two princes?"
"The door of Prince Jin's Mansion is closed," Li Jun lowered his voice, "King Yan is very strange. I asked Qing Jiao who came out of Prince Yan's Mansion and he said that Prince Yan fell into the river and asked for the imperial doctor in the middle of the night. There was a big fuss.
At the fourth watch, King Yan forced himself into the palace again, will he say that we framed Tonghe?"
"There is no proof," Song Huiyue shook her head, "No matter what he says, it doesn't matter. His words have no power. If it is the King of Jin, it is a different matter."
Li Jun nodded: "That's good. I went to the kitchen to check for breakfast. I bought salted duck eggs and cut a few to serve with white porridge. How is Xiao's injury?"
Song Huiyue said: "The doctor's medicine for knife wounds is good, but I'm just a little bit feverish. I'll go take a look."
The two of them split up, one went to the kitchen and the other to the wing.
Yinxiao was just sleeping in the wing room. He could kill Tonghe, but Tonghe didn't spare him. One of his sternums was severed, but fortunately it was not inserted into the internal organs. There were countless skin injuries, which need not be mentioned in detail.
After sleeping until now, Yin Xiao vaguely heard the sound of the door opening. Song Huiyue didn't want to wake him up, so she crept in. However, Yin Xiao was always awake, and the slightest movement made him open his eyes.
He slept according to the rules, his arms were placed motionlessly on both sides of his body, and he lay upright, with the quilt covering him up to his chin. He did not move, only tilted his head slightly to look at Song Huiyue.
Song Huiyue reached out and touched his forehead: "It's still very hot."
She poured a cup of hot water and put it on the small table. She put one hand behind Yinxiao's neck, put her arm around his shoulders, lifted him up a little, and fed him a glass of water.
"It doesn't look strong, but it's quite heavy," Song Huiyue muttered, "Close your eyes, and your Jun will feed you after the medicine is done."
Yin Xiao drank some water, felt a little more energetic, and opened her eyes wider.
Song Huiyue reached out and covered his eyes: "If you can't sleep, you have to close your eyes and rest."
Yin Xiao's eyes suddenly went dark, but his heart was bright. He smelled Song Huiyue's scent on the tip of his nose, and he suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "Not my handsome one."